The Kingdom of Everlasting Night and the Last Ball

Whoa, the air roars.

The two of them stepped down on the high ground in that city that Noyne had chosen for his high-ranking outsider-like innocuousness.

From the high ground, you can see the glittering beautiful town surrounded by snow-covered woods, and Dia rounds her eyes to the beauty of the scenery that emerged.

"Huh..."

Somewhere, it was a town resembling Farsital.

Equally surrounded by forests, but too different.

The snow-capped trees lit a strange brilliance that Dia had never seen, and the town had snow on a gemstone-colored tile roof, and a green dragon on the roof of a building like an international large theatre if not a mistake.

Beyond the bustling streets where people walk, there is a church with a slender stretched spire, and the road to it seems to be lined with stalls like festive nights.

In the graceful waltz of the orchestra, heard from nowhere, there are fairies dancing on the town corner.

Speaking of size alone, the King's Capital of Pharsital would be bigger.

But this town, which is by no means big, is so beautiful that it blinds its eyes.

In the square in front of a large church in the centre of the town stood a magnificent decorative tree that appeared in the story.

A large star-shaped stone adorned the ceiling of a decorative tree glows with a pepper, and around it you can see the flying fairies.

Exhaling a trembling exhale, Dia bit what she was seeing in her heart first.

Still, I don't wake up excited, my body shudders small.

"O, dear...... there is a fairy!

"Oh. This is a town with small gorges and woods, within the Verclair country you admired. I'm not ready to take you to the heart of Weem territory. a small town in its territory, but it will still be beautiful"

(........................ WEEM!!

It is the breathtaking fairytale land of those things that Dia has always admired.

It seems that this is its weem, even if it is not the central dominion with the beautiful Lords' Palace we were hearing about.

It's where Dia always wanted to come.

And tonight is Ibmeria, who has not been able to see it since she became dead.

"... just stay here, I'm already hungry"

"..................... isn't that a chest"

"Mm, breasts!!

Dia quickly became obsessed with the beautiful town.

The snow on the sidewalk had been carefully removed, although it seemed to snow more than the fur cital, and in a park fountain that caught my eye, fairy maidens like I'd never seen, even under this snowy sky cheered and bathed in water.

".............................. Noyne, there's something strange on the sidewalk in front of that shop with the red sign!

"Oh, you're a bread demon"

"The demon of bread............"

A rectangular creature walking the snow sidewalk in the first place is a lump of bread from anywhere, but not only a demon, but more importantly a creature living in an alley?

On the roof of the theater is a kind of forest dragon that apparently has settled on the roof to listen to music that can be leaked from that theater.

They say the manager welcomes its coexistence because listening to good music drops forest blessings on buildings.

It seems that Noyne has something to buy on this land, which tells me a lot about it.

From the church you can hear the bells, and the people who came out of the open doors seem very happy, although they can't even see the look on their faces.

I don't resent that because only tonight is Dia enjoying the luxury of joining that side.

"... how happy I would be if I could stay here forever"

"Oh, is the stall good?

"........................ or can you even see the stalls?

(Street!!

Dia, who heard of the stall, played tightly in Noyne's arms.

Is that what my father and brother used to talk about when my family was still alive?

There is a common but extraordinary treat, besides I hear its delicious is a nice establishment to behave cheaply.

You could have taken Dia when she turned ten, but that promise was never fulfilled.

We had a festive dinner tonight, and we just had two slices of cake.

Still, Dia's stomach growls to the delicious smell that arrives in the wind from town.

"............... no way, you haven't eaten anything?

"It's all delicious..............."

"Oh boy. Just make sure your dress doesn't tear tomorrow."

"D, I won't break the dress!!

(It was a dream, maybe we could have a street treat!

Ha ha for too much excitement, Dia wipes the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand even though no battle has been fought yet.

So, furthermore, on the hem of a dress fluttered and shaken by the night breeze, I saw the dress that Noine had prepared for me.

The sneaky blue color is a wonderful velvet with a delicate white gray lace that looks like matte silver.

The coat that is woven with feathers is used so much fur that you want to hug it to too smooth to sleep, and Noyne says, is this what you dyed fog dragon fur with fairy dye?

It's not even a little cold just to be wearing it, and if you think you're wearing a dragon fur coat, the ends of your exciting lips really lift up.

(........................ Ah,)

The snowy wind shook a wide range of black ribbons tying Noyne's hair to one.

I shrugged that there was still time. The side of it was glossy and beautiful.

Well, if you think it's a festive night, he was still a beauty night.

It's so beautiful that it's scary to touch humans, and even slight despair seeps into its severance.

But Dia always loved the king of this scary, sweet night.

"Why does Noine always wrap her hair around it?

'Cause I'm in the way of dealing with my own business.'

"………… Hmm, what are you doing?... and I guess you shouldn't ask."

Dia, so groaning and smiling pale, was played her numb forehead with her fingers shortly afterwards, and growled.

What an evil trick, such as getting your forehead turned red on a festive night.

"I'll tell you someday. Teaching you qualities makes it difficult for you to be distracted."

"........................ m, mcumgris?

"Stop it. Is that why you're here?"

"So, then,... Mr. Dilvier's keeping means he's the king of night larks..."

"All right, keep your mouth shut for a little while."

Dia looked around from the inside of Noin's arm in the footprint of his footstone.

I'm here now, like a well-kept observation deck on a high ground overlooking this town, and by the time this land was once also a military stronghold in one country, I'm told it was a township lookout surrounded by woods.

The stone walls are stretched with strange plants with flowers like flickering hairballs from the cracks, and the woods slowly approaching down the stairs are glittering everywhere and strangely busy.

(That's right. ……… it's very busy.)

The fursital forest quiets back when there is no sign of the beast.

Dia liked the tranquility of such a forest, but this forest was so busy that she realized that many of them lived without anyone, and it was in a bright night light like Dia had seen for the first time in her life.

The trees heavily ridden with snow are like lids that edge the night sky, and there are bright red apples about the size of their fingertips.

There are fairy feathers on the back of chestnut rats who are good at rolling things like stardust around in thread on branches, and flying pompous are enigmatic creatures like pencils.

Beautiful flowers of blooming winter genealogy bloom even in the snow, and nectar hosting blessings crystallize, or flowers themselves crystallize in the lubricity of Ibmerian blessings, making them look like gemstone flowers.

What a beautiful, colorful, and terribly odd world.

Dia finally figured out what Dilvier meant by his words.

In a gem that does not glow and a gem that glows, the power of color itself is so different.

Farsital forests are so different from the forests surrounding this town.

"How could I have never known anything so beautiful?............ I feel so happy that my stomach...... my chest is full!

"It's not all beautiful, and many are beautiful but tough and spicy. Get used to it one by one. I can't let you walk on your own feet yet."

"..................... Yep"

Feeling the word coming up, Dia's chest dusted warm.

But its joy, expectations and anxiety were now overwhelmed by the colours of the strange world I saw for the first time, and I couldn't chew it off successfully.

I just feel the temperature in Noin's arm holding me tight and lifting me.

Wouldn't it be very gentle to look at Dia from time to time, looking around and softly excited, minus Dia's own hopes?

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"You're a subspecies of a forest knitting fairy. Don't get your hands on me because I'm fierce."

"You're a fairy, even though you only look like a near-knitted glove. What is a fairy........."

(Noyne walks on a flat floor, but this is supposed to be in a snowy forest...)

Sakuri made a mild footsteps, and the Spirit of the Midnight Seat was walking lightly with Dia in his arms.

They say that outsiders have different arms than humans, and it's not time to say that their arms are going to be paralyzed, etc.

If you're surprised to know that if it weighs as much as this, you can hold it overnight, it's not just the noin with its sleek, long-lasting supple, masculine beauty, but even the dilvier that looks so luxurious that it's a long-lasting beauty, he says.

"...... Looks like you're getting paid fast"

"I'll tell you what, basically anything but human hates the fireplace. That would be a magical door that would bring in extras."

"Well, you are. I didn't even know. Don't you like the fireplace, too, Noyne?

"I don't know how many times I've wanted to plug the fireplace in your room."

"Nano. People who can't be fluffy and warm with witchcraft will freeze to death, so please stop."

"Permission granted until tomorrow."

"........................ Mmm"

(So is there beyond tomorrow)

But Dia's revenge still requires Dia's death, so maybe the other side of it is something you can indulge in once you're dead.

I may not be able to spend any more time with Ibmeria in this way, but if you look at this, will you see me again on the day of the dead and take me somewhere else?

That made me happy to think about it, and Dia held down her mouth softly with one hand, which she really mumbled.

I felt like smiling in my ear all the time, but Noyne looked clear if I looked up.

"But isn't Gratin cooked in the fireplace?

"Don't burn it. There will be an oven."

"...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Where did you get that bullshit from?"

"... in Gratin, he tried to conspire against me. You should still kill him."

"…………… oh"

Where Noin's eyes narrowed so much, they went through the woods.

The surroundings are brighter all the time and the hues change again at night.

To the view of the town thus opened, Dia turned her eyes round.

Unexpectedly, I grabbed Noyne's shoulder, causing him to quietly punch his nail tip three times.

"……… it's a town"

What was there was a fairytale town.

Is it because it is Ibmeria?

The town is bright and bright with ornamental trees lit by magic fire and strange blessing stones that glow slightly, with petals swinging on the snowscratched sidewalk.

There is a small decorative tree by the window of the shop, and it is the fairies who snap into that window and look at the decorative tree.

There seem to be many restaurants still open, but many sell festive items that will not be sold out until the end of Ibmeria.

Going into town while in the arms of a leisurely walking noin, the fireworks launched somewhere covered the night sky.

"………… the fireworks"

"The town here is the one where Ibmeria lasts the longest. After the ritual of burning up after the Mass at night, the Mass itself begins slowly, because it will no longer be strictly Ibmerian"

"Why is this town the longest Ibmerian?

"I guess it's because it makes money. Many of them flow through the transition just because the festivities last longer than two minutes than in the major cities. Whatever you think, the number of shops that don't match the size of the town?

"...... thanks to that I can enjoy Ibmeria here"

The whole town was busy.

Festive greetings are exchanged there in the less large towns, and there is some strange exhilaration throughout the town.

When I joined the flow of people going somewhere across a sidewalk, the master of one stall just noticed this way and called out.

The stall's first dia has completely solidified without knowing how to do it, but Noyne is looking back at it in a way he's used to.

"Oh, hey, Mr. Spirit. Is the lady in your arm your lover?

"Holy crap..................?!

"The range of motion is low. I want to entertain the festivities, but I can't let you walk on your own feet."

"That's a difficult thing to do. That said, if they take care of you that much, they'll work it out sooner or later. Ha, because we're spirits too. Well, how about some festive baked treats? Some of our stalls are less irritating for kids."

"Is the star honey something you're not putting in?

"Oh. I substitute it with sugar flowers and fog honey, so it's okay to only have about twenty range of motion"

Nodding at the words, what Noine bought me was baked confectionery that was magically kept in a baked dust, even though there was no sign of fire or anything.

When you sawdust out the large, oval-shaped baked items with a knife for a large cake, thinly cut them out, the surface puts them in a bag of sticky paper so that they can stay put.

After thanking Noyne, take a pretentious bite, it contains plenty of dried fruit and doesn't smell like spices such as cinnamon or nutmeg.

It's so sweet that I think I can eat as much as I want.

The next thing he shows up is a skewered grilled meat store, where Dia pulls that garment when she's in a hurry, trying to subtly inform Noin, who's looking in a different direction.

"You have Noine's favorite skewer grill, don't you?

"I never said I liked you."

"Mm?"

"Damn......"

Dia buys a skewer of a mysterious creature named Spicy Pork here, and eats the best vanilla salt skewer in a good mood that is refreshing but lacking.

The meat also tasted so good that I was impressed with the first deliciousness that Dia made her first favorite meat species of her life.

"Yikes! My skewer has been taken!!

"If you're going to eat it all, you want the next stall?

".................. Muggu. So, just a little bit, huh?

I was flattened from the side by bad spirits along the way, and Dia protested hastily, but I do think it would be better to go ahead and eat a little bit, maybe something else.

Reluctantly, I'll change the angle of the skewer so that the noin holding Dia with one arm is easy to eat.

A hot wine poured into a paper cup with honey in a bite of round fresh cheese.

You can't even undoubtedly take off your chocolate cookies for a fuzzy steamed bread treat.

An Ibmerian ornament that seemed more beautiful than the Queen's necklace on a paper doll that twirled around in sorcery.

Glitter.

Glitter.

(..................... oh, that guy is a dragon)

The wrong man also holds his companion as lightly as Noyne.

It has curly corners to look at and is taller by one head than the people around it, so it matches the characteristics of the dragon species I was taught.

Fairies in little birds who were trying to steal leashes from storefronts are scolded, or there are increasingly mysterious creature bread demons when viewed at close range.

It snowed furiously, and at the deepest end of the street to the square in the center of this town I saw a church lit by strange lights.

In front of the church, there is a large decorative tree, so is it that decorative tree that Noine tried to show me?

But Dia had already sighed with great satisfaction just seeing the little ornamental tree that was placed there in the town before she reached that large ornamental tree.

A chisel and a thing hung from a stall end in the wind make a noise.

Dia, who saw you, was blinded by the glittering vitreous shop that reflected the lights of the town.

Various vitreous works are sold that mimic shapes such as birds, leashes, ribbons and twigs.

Dia also caught sight of the glittering beauty of it all.

".................. Huh,"

"Oh, that's an ornament"

"You've got so many beautiful things hanging"

It was a strange ornament.

One shade at a time is subtly different, and even those of similar shades, the colors of scattered light can be different.

One of the things that caught Dia's attention was an ornament mimicking a rose twig about the size of a pinky finger.

(It's like I've crystallized the rose twig as it is......)

"Here's one. Is there anything else we can do?

"Noin?!

"There are some things you might like. You want to come this way?

"Nano. It's a boned chicken ornament, so I like rose twigs"

It was Dia who panicked about Noyne trying to buy me the sari and the ornament, but being made a choice with the boned meat accidentally chose the rose twig.

It was also surprising to have a boned meat ornament, but Dia blinks her eyes without knowing what to do when she gets it in a bag of thick cloth with a water-colored fudge and a bag's mouth tied with a ribbon all the time.

"..................... are you going to buy me?

"You. Don't react stranger now, because you don't react to food."

"........................ mugg"

(But this is special...)

The Spirit may not understand, but isn't this a gift?

And Dia, whose heart was shaken by an unexpected gift and completely defenseless, was then bought this and something cute.

The cute decorative wooden figurine is made of ceramic and is made of blessing stone.

If you leave it by the window, it'll shine at night or dawn.

The silver paper knife that carved out the little bird's pattern also said the blade part was like vitreous work and this ice ore knife smelled fluffy and winter night when opening the envelope.

On a card with a trick of sorcery, a special wine sold only on Ibmerian nights.

It's not like it's all sold in stalls here, but it's something special that's not sold anywhere in Fursital.

That lot of shopping got into a strange tool called the Magic Vault, and Dia was squeezing tight saying she only wanted to hold the first ornament herself.

I heard that that ornament scraped out of the blessing crystal won't scratch as much as it drops or stomps, so I can hold it in peace.

Warm hot wine builds up in my stomach and I look up at the decorative tree in front of the church that I finally reached in Noyne's arms.

The large tree with its spreading branches was made of blue-green crystals that the tips of the leaves had shifted to, and the decorations, which were plentifully decorated, were united in beautiful light red.

The light golden crystalline stone is wrapped around the yarn, and all of its stones glow slightly.

Trying to steal the decorated red fruit with the decorations is a little fairy looking like a raven.

I was pulling but not strong enough, and I was sitting there exhaling.

"........................ that's beautiful"

"This is a small town, but some specialties have a good reputation and a good quality of magic on the land itself. Hairy textiles woven with the help of fairies and blessing crystals grown in star trout and woods captured in the gorge. And then there was the brewery."

"You'd be happy to live in this town. Isn't it so tranquil and beautiful that I just visited on a festive night?"

The door of the church was open, and in the back I could see the golden decorative altar and the small decorative trees placed beside it.

The pipe organ you hear plays a complex, glossy tone that Dia has never heard, and I'm sure, if not mistakenly seen, even the color of snow is different.

Washed by its beauty and serenity, the last tears that were creeping into Dia's chest also peeled off.

"Noin, thank you for bringing me to such a lovely place tonight"

"... because I'm late to come back. Dinner was also made and set aside. Besides, you like Ibmeria, don't you?

"Yes. It's my favorite festival of the year.... Noine,... what you bought, I'll take care of it. Well, ……… I am a person in this position, and there will be tomorrow. How to manage, can you guide me?

We have treasures that we want to take to the land of the dead.

Tell him so. I'm sure he gripped the bag with the decorations, and Noyne smiled small as he sat on the bench of the store across from the church, keeping Dia on his lap.

The two asked for plenty of cream on dark tea brewed in a small white magnetic cup and drizzled fruit alcohol, which is also a specialty of the land.

I've eaten a lot already, and I've had a lot of nice to meet drinks.

Still, I guess I can drink plenty of cream tea deliciously because this evening is fun and fun and I can't help it.

Lifting the edge of her lip, which was so broken that she could no longer hide it, Dia looked up at Noin.

The eyes of Noin reflecting the lights of Ibmerian night are beautiful and their clarity is so gentle that the back of Dia's chest makes a strange noise.

Noyne, who noticed Dia's gaze or lifted her eyebrows, slowly smiles deeper and laughs like something graceful.

Fingertips touching my cheeks weren't cold even if I wasn't wearing gloves or anything.

However, that's how my chest noises at the touch feeling, and Dia just loses her words and stuffs her breath.

The temperature of the exhalation touched, and the lips gently touched.

(..............................?!

I wonder why my body doesn't move when my mind is jumping properly.

I cringed at the sweetness of the temperature that touched my lips, and I raised my voice to see why. I wanted to cry like a child.

When the heat in the back of his tense eyes moves like that, there, he shakes his head hard that he's in the store tonight because he's already worked a lot.

Dia remembered crying by herself until earlier, blinking her eyes.

"........................ mugg"

"It's a celebration. Before the date changes, I will bless the moment this Midnight Seat has the greatest power"

"............ I don't know if I should or should bring spicy spice oil in such a case, but what is it common for women in the world to do?

"..................... right. Your sensibilities still stop there, don't they? In this case, be ashamed of yourself."

"Huh....................."

Knowing that was the right answer, Dia buried her face in Bohun and Noyne's chest.

Blessings may not be the same kind of mouthpiece that comes out of a story book, but for Dia it was her first mouthpiece with someone she liked.

Noyne seemed to remain silent, somehow solidified, at Dia, who was sifting with her face buried in her chest.

I wonder if I didn't like it. When I look up, somehow the beautiful spirits who saw this one to resent me will pick my nose.

"Mum! Please let go of my maiden's nose!!

"..................... you unrestrained bastard"

"I'm refreshed as to why I was disparaged......"

But since the eye area of the noin I saw this one was slightly red stained, Dia lowered her hoarding wondering if she could also illuminate such a special outsider.

Though it may be for a completely different reason, it was a very happy thing to think so.